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A Scottish Island Summer (Scottish Escapes, #8) A Scottish Island Summer by Julie Shackman
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“Please learn from me. Take time to appreciate the here and now, and the opportunities that you have been given, rather than focusing on what everyone else is doing. Don’t spend your life trying to be something you’re not. And definitely don’t live your life through a screen.”
Julie Shackman, A Scottish Island Summer
“A dull, leaden weight sat in the pit of my stomach. Right now, I felt like a petulant idiot who didn’t know what she wanted.”
Julie Shackman, A Scottish Island Summer
“You can’t keep looking back. It gets you nowhere. You have to look to the future.’ Logan eyed me. ‘Wise words.’ ‘My dad used to say that a lot.”
Julie Shackman, A Scottish Island Summer
“He was enthusiastic and knowledgeable. I never would’ve believed that talk of exoskeletons and microbes could be so sexy.”
Julie Shackman, A Scottish Island Summer
“Istared wide-eyed with apprehension at the old boat, which belonged to Logan’s friend Robbie Dewar. Its name, Dua Lipa, skipped along the side in italic pink paint.”
Julie Shackman, A Scottish Island Summer
“I eyed Logan with interest. ‘Do you believe all this stuff?’ He gently floated in the water. ‘I believe that Skye is something special.’ His eyes danced. ‘And I believe there’s nothing wrong with a bit of romance.”
Julie Shackman, A Scottish Island Summer
“I fell asleep listening to the gentle hush of the waves in the distance, recalling the way the Skye sunshine had drizzled through my hair in the garden. And the way Logan had smiled at me as he said goodnight.”
Julie Shackman, A Scottish Island Summer
“I’m still convinced Mum just gave up and died of a broken heart. Fancy loving someone like that so completely, that a part of you dies when they do. It’s so sad but kind of beautiful too.”
Julie Shackman, A Scottish Island Summer
“Here I was, on my lonesome, on the Isle of Skye, swathed in mist like something out of a horror movie and with only an arrogant seagull for company.”
Julie Shackman, A Scottish Island Summer